For Dante, you were his favorite prey. He enjoyed every chase, your fear and your panic. Every time he caught you, he mocked and taunted you, but when his thirst for sadism was quenched, he released you to start a new game.

Another hunt, another game. He caught you again, but somehow you managed to throw him to the floor, pinning him to the cold tiles.

A smug smile spread across his face behind his mask. Your hand lay on his chest, and he noticed your confused and scared look.

— A little scared, huh? — he said mockingly. — Even when the hunter himself is underneath you... how cute!

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, adrenaline boiling in your blood. His words penetrated your consciousness, making you doubt your own victory. At that moment, you realized that even in a position of weakness, Dante still played on your fears and doubts.